It was my mum's birthday yesterday (as you will have seen if you 'read' any of yesterday's posts and saw the goonish baby photo of me and her. So we went out for dinner, so I am a terrible lightweight and got all funny from one glass of Prosecco, and then ate a burger the size of my head (not really. I have a MASSIVE head. My mum kept telling me). So all I wanted to do when I got home was go to bed, but then there were presents, and then the rats wanted to come and play.